Bascom Lamar Lunsford: Jesse James
GLI EXTRA DELLE CCG / AWS EXTRAS / LES EXTRAS DES CCGLa versione dei Pogues | |
BASCOM LAMAR LUNSFORD: JESSE JAMES | BASCOM LAMAR LUNSFORD: JESSE JAMES |
Just about the worst gun battle ever out on the western plains When me and a bunch of cowboys went running with Jesse James Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. | Jesse James we understand Has killed many a man He robbed the union trains He stole from the rich And gave to the poor He'd a hand and a heart And a brain |
Run into Jesse James, boys, run into Jesse James The guns went off like thunder and the bullets fell like rain Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. | Now Jesse had a wife Lived a lady all her life And children they were brave But history does record That Bob and Charlie ford Have laid poor Jesse in his grave |
The guns went off like lightning and the bullets fell like hail Was on our way to Denver on the old Dodge City trail Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. | Well it was on Saturday night The stars were shining bright They robbed the Glendale train And the people they did say For many miles away It was those outlays Frank and Jesse James |
And in that bloody battle with Frank and Jesse James My partners fell around me with bullets in their brains Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. | Now Jesse had a wife Lived a lady all her life And children they were brave But history does record That Bob and Charlie ford Have laid poor Jesse in his grave |
Frank and Jesse James, boys, they robbed that midnight mail The bank and express station and broke the county jail Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. | Well it was Bob and Charlie ford Those dirty little cowards I wonder how they feel For they ate of Jesse's bread And they slept in Jesse's bed And they laid poor Jesse in his grave |
If you're afraid to fight, boys, if you're afraid to die You'd better stay out of the Badlands where the red hot bullets fly Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. | Now Jesse had a wife Lived a lady all her life And children they were brave But history does record That Bob and Charlie ford Have laid poor Jesse in his grave |
If you're afraid of dying, if you're afraid of death You'd better stay at home, boys, stay out of Jesse's path Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. | Well the people held their breath When they heard of Jesse's death They wondered how he came to fall Well it was Robert ford in fact Who shot him in the back While he hung a picture on the wall |